“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.”
I hear the words of Frost’s mournful voice.
I think of my life, both the bad and the good,
and how I’m now faced with a similar choice.
We’ve lost our way since we first set out.
The shared dreams we had weren’t solid – just foam.
We wander a forest overgrown with our doubt
and realize that there’s no way back home.
Do I continue along the well trodden path
and follow the footsteps of many before?
Do I stay with someone who’s filled with wrath
and honor the vows that now taste of rancor?
Or do I choose the path “less traveled by”
and pray that it leads from darkness to light.
I stare at the choices and, lost in a sigh,
I fail to choose – a choice in its own right.
Author notes
Last written poem: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5028815
Sometimes we forget that not making a choice is choosing.
Prompt:
“When he traces
the line of my life,
he doesn’t realize
how far away from home
he has actually wandered.”
Quote Credit: Quatre by Delaney (http://allpoetry.com/poem/5031371)
Picture Credit: http://tfavretto.deviantart.com/art/The-Golden-Trail-100209005
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I really enjoyed the questioning in this poem, it was refreshing great take on the prompt.
Thank you for your entry.
''Or do I choose the path “less traveled by”
and pray that it leads from darkness to light.
I stare at the choices and, lost in a sigh,
I fail to choose – a choice in its own right.''
I love that part it was my favorite stanza. -
Hey were learning bout this in skool
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